Tell it to the Skies 2: Brown eyed blues...

So there i went again flying on another sunday flight from Tallinn to London: the sequel! Not as exciting as the last one, two weeks ago, maybe because i was put into the right 'economy' seat this time *yep.. just another pleb*. I can't complain much as at least i wasn't in a middle one, secondly i could do the basic smooth journey: sleep, read, stretch, etc... And thirdly, my bag arrived *with me* this time :D
It was all going too well until, i arrive at the train station and decide to go to Starbucks... It's something really out of the ordinary as i'm more of a Nero's Hot choc 'gal' :) But Oh Well, the underground was closed, called a taxi and had to wait, so went to grab a drink for the way..

Nothing strange there, payed at till and walk to the next counter to get the goods.. In a few seconds: *splaaaaaaaash* happened.. that was my hot chocolate.. past tense! Pointless to say the waiter spilled the whole thing just as he was asking «Cream on top for you, mis...?» I'm making an effort trying not to laugh at other's misfortunes, when he just stands still and, ditching all the spilled chocolate, tells me «Beauty devil.. how on earth did u end up here?»
Caught a little of guard "Hoping to get that hot chocolate.." were the only smart *obvious* words i had. Then «Eres española?» aka the 'slap' in the face.. *are these the new age pick up lines!?* Saved by the phone: taxi waiting outside, some words exchanged here & there waiting anxiously for another cup, ended up with the question «When can i see you again?» Rushing out i gasped something like "see you again when i drop by on my next trip".

Definitely, there's something ego-boosting about sunday traveling on Estonian Air :) However, lacking confidence is something quite persistent, when it comes to own self-persona.. Not that i grew up with some ugly-duck syndrome, but i was the typical 'tomboy' in my teens, playing football and keeping male best-buddies.
Suddenly one of them looks at you differently, tells you something corny and lips touch... *tingly stomachs and bursting fireworks*, then a mind-changing behavior occurs: it's about being different from them, becoming more feminine.
Thus, you know you are growing up when... attraction and other 'complicated' emotions start to play along to make things weird.. something not as logic and rational like maths and science *even though the word "chemistry" is used quite often*.. and, also, when you start bonding more with your congeners.

Girls partying is as fun as it gets, if i knew what i know today i would have grown up much quicker. Being in your twenties, you will find that at least one of your girlfriends shares a similar crush/love story you had, you will also realize that going out is all about you and what you have in common, everything is allowed: dancing, drinking, saying crap without worrying.. Not meaning by this that guys are not great partygoers, they actually are, but the emotional 'experiences' bond is just not the same.. for as kissing a girlfriend will never bring you an awkward sense of "could this mean...whatever?".. *in a straight girl world* It's just a way of expressing friendship.

Friends, boys or girls, are the sunshine to one's soul and i'm only truly happy in the «sun»..

"Don’t wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don’t. In the face of all we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that makes us hold it together." *on Grey's Anatomy episode watched during flight* Cobwebbed brain with the Sunday blues reminding me how i just lost another girlfriend to a car wreck.. and end up trying to sell myself some bullshit idea that Jo, my homonym, will always be living in one's memories. The sense of losing someone is mistakenly covered up by the existing geographic distance, which becomes later unraveled on the next trip back home: Too late to say i miss you, too early to see you go from this world..

This week, i found myself lost in translation half of the time *again*, in charming Estonia. Though, I found out it's actually soothing to use those moments to "run away" alone in your thoughts, after cohabitating 24h/7 with people around you for more than a week.. Even my 'juju' *aka foot bracelet* got overwhelmed and decided to flee my leg. It's more of sentimental value then anything: a witness to a dazzling panoply of every step i took in the past years.. It's probably "happy" somewhere in the Baltics, putting down into action the feelling of not wanting to return, unlike its owner ;)

However, the best moment of the week came in a saturday movie marathon.. surprisingly from the less likely movie i would think of.. I encounter «The Square root of 3» in "Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo bay" and suddenly i'm travelling back in time to a high-school english literature class, citing:

«Think like a scientist, but end up living impulsively
Being so mischievously spontaneous as a mayfly.
Both constant and irrational, cohexisting symbiotically
Beyond transcendental: just like number Pi...»

“Being Pi's alter-ego” excerpt by me